Toward God heart and mind sought.
Upon meeting, appeared nothing but a thought.
It was something I wanted but God I had found,
Making shallow the deep and the upside a down.
Mirroring the image of God and His sons,
Worldly wealth fooled Attila and the Huns.
It was the denial of the nihil, History soon records.
Something praised for nothing fueled the barbarian lords.
Bending over backwards for God, onward they consumed,
Killing their own species so the cars could go vroom.
Neither moth nor dust would devour this child of gold,
As Time was ticked off witnessing the days of old
Entering through the exit and left using the right.
Darkness seeped into the back door of religious rite,
Impelling men to marriage and avarice to earning
Through fearful faith and no sound learning.
Perditious teachers and seditious preachers
Warp reality while Truth sits in the bleachers.
Watching a tribute to war in the Roman Sodom,
The prize fought for was only a swine's bottom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem